Tiny and windy
Comes Along,
Like a known
Might talk to whom,
She wished for.
Being sad is her favorite bad,
While she moves, sweet talks of her groves.
Like a weather, she flew with her feather,
Day & night
Hold her tight !
What she feel,
Might be a great deal.
Trouble, trouble
Hollow air bubble
Seems single
Might come double
To jingle & mingle
Just across ease
Hover like bees
Vibration and buzzing
Haunting and dazzling
Innocent_hurricane
Not to touch the Earth, not see the sun.
Run run run....
I’m trapped !